INDEPENDENT LOVE SONG

Chapter One: Everywhere

Lex leaned against the elevator wall, exhausted, moaning at the throbbing muscles in his neck and sour tenderness right in the small of his back, the hot, piercing fire in his shoulder blades, the sharp rocks in his ass and the scalpel cutting into his thighs every single time he moved.  Falling asleep in the bathroom had only made his situation worse.

Christ.  This must be what it feels like to be fifty.  He checked his watch again, hating that his stomach felt too weak and his balance was far enough off to make using the second speed in his father's private elevator hazardous to his current physical state.

Either the damn thinghad not gone off when he set it to, or he'd just slept right through it because when he woke up lying on the cold tile of the bathroom floor his watch face sported 7:10PM, making him late for the board meeting, now five minutes off hiatus.  He knew he didn't have to give a reason for his late arrival but hiding the pain was going to be difficult.

At least the pain, he thought as the white, metal doors opened before him.  -will keep me from falling asleep.

He pushed himself off of the wall, grimacing his body's hinges screaming for oil and sleep.  Walking into the hallway leading to the front lobby of his father's floor he went over his game plan and protocol.  He'd have to get Broer and Wright to agree on one proposal and then go against Jeffries and her need for more funding.  If there was one thing that his father had been very specific with in his records it was that Jeffries was not to receive a penny more until she proved that what she and her team were planning for STAR Labs and that money would produce results that Lionel and his team wanted to see.

Lex turned the corner and looked up, seeing the pretty, blonde receptionist, Linda Park, typing furiously and speaking on the phone.  He forced his lips upward in a tired but genuine smile.  Linda had always kind to him and this visit was no different.  He'd have to send her some flowers and a thank you card her next working day.  Not many people in his father's building granted him any kind of respect, much less ever treated him to a downright friendly disposition.  He knew his bad-boy reputation with drugs, sex, violence and resulting problems with the law had a lot to do with it, and personally he didn't have the strength nor the concern to blame them if they saw him as a worthless no-good, bloodsucking son of a brilliant billionaire.

"Linda," he said nodding.  She had never tried his weath of Luthor patience and for that he was content with her as a person.

"Oh, Mister Luthor," she held up her hand, gesturing for him to wait.  He'd long ago stopped insisting that she call him Lex.  Both the action and the request seemed to make the girl uncomfortable.  Lex guessed she didn't want to break office etiquite and he'd always found it amusing and sort of sweet.

He stopped, leaning on the cool black marble counter she worked behind and watched as she put whoever she had been talking to on hold.  "You have a young man in your father's office waiting for you.  Marion was out and he had a pass so I just sent him in.  I told him you were still in the board meeting in case you wanted to post-pone the engagement with him."

He thought for a moment.  "My age?" he asked.

She nodded.  "Around there."

Grey Florentine, his mind supplied.  Marion told me he might be dropping by to discuss something with my father.  Something about his technological talents and Wayne Enterprises.

"He seemed very eager to speak with you, Mister Luthor."

He nodded.  "Tell the members of the board that I'll be with them very shortly, that I'm discussing important business with one of my father's associates."

She frowned but nodded.  "No problem, sir."

He took off down the hall to his father's office, not really wanting to discuss technicalities with Florentine, but preferring it over the loud and boisterous petulancy of the board.  He'd prefer almost anything right now, as long as he didn't have to deal with those contrary bastards.

The door to his father's office was left wide open.  As he neared, he began rubbing his dry eyes, trying to remember where his father kept the eyedrops and caffeine.  He had no doubt it was there, but the man would have the stash hidden well as it showed flaws in his Luthor nature, was proof to his 'mere human' status/

Maybe he just gets Marion to bring whatever he needs in.  Should raid her desk.

He nodded thinkg how very sensible that didn't sound, and entered the office.  He dropped his hand from his eyes, looking up and the sight in front of him cut off his speech before he'd been able to do more than open his mouth.

Oh... wow.

Clark.  His sweet, sexy, hunky, incredible, silky Clark.  His Clark.  Standing behind Lionel's desk looking out the large bay-like windows.  His Clark.

---"You have a young man in your father's office waiting for you."---
---"My age?"---
---"Around there."---

Clark did look around his age.

---"He seemed very eager to speak with you, Mister Luthor."---

Oh, God, Clark.  His heart was pounding in his throat, every nerve in his body wide awake and his head…  His head felt soft and cushy, mind completely blank except...

Except to think, to realize that his eyes were playing cruel tricks on him.  It was as if his father had taken over the controls of his brain, found his deepest desire and pushed the play button.  Although he'd never even tried to picture Clark in those clothes, he could practically feel Clark's body beneath the green fabric of the sweater, the way it hugged his muscular form.  And the slacks were damned close to being illegal.  The polyester seemed to fall from the slope and cling to the curves in a sort of sensual desperation; clinging to the very rear that Lex had seen not so long ago in the tightest, most alluring pair of blue jeans this planet had ever created.

His throat became dry as he remembered running his fingertips into the crease between Clark's cheeks, the denim material so tight and so thin on Clark's body that it was warm with his heat, teasing Lex with the skin so close and yet unattainable.  It was the first time he found himself desperate to find a rip in a lover's clothing.

Lex looked on, longing to stroke, squeeze, bite.  He even took a step towards his goals, towards his Clark.  He stopped, though, and rubbed his eyes again.

Fuck...  Was he destined to have the worse fucking day possible?  Next thing on the list?  Jonathon Kent would have gotten back to the farm days early, found out and forbade Clark from coming.

Get a grip on yourself, Lex.  So he was tired.  So he was hallucinating.  He'd dealt with both before and could deal with both again.  The last thing he needed right now was to start groping Florentine in his father's office by mistake.  How would he explain that?  Sorry, buddy, thought you were my large, handsome farmboy lover.  What was that?  You don't believe me?  Really?  Damn.  Well, can't say I didn't try.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.  "Grey?"

He'd fully expected the tinny, slightly wheezy voice- a voice that reminded him of frustrating asthmatic years- to penetrate the slight fog of arousal that Clark's presented image had cloaked him in.  The voice that floated over to him, however, was not Grey's.

"Uh, no, Lex."

He said my name.

"I, um..."  The voice was...  Confused, thick, sugary.  Lex was so thirsty.  "It's Clark."

He opened his eyes and saw the concern in Clark's, sexy brows furrowed, green highlighted next to the darker green of the cotton button-down.

Concern.  From my pretend Clark.

He laughed.  It was a loud, abrupt and disturbing bark that shook him out of a slight haze that he'd been unaware had even built up.

That's it.  Sleep depravation has finally hit it's peak.  I'm shutting down all sense of reality and am going to collapse at any second now.

Clark walked around the mahogany monstrosity his father called a desk and towards him.  "Hey, Lex?  Are you okay?"

He smiled drunkenly and nodded, his head wobbling a little.  "Oh, yeah.  I'm hallucinating, hearing things and about to drop," he said as Clark stopped only a few inches from him.  Even the shadow he was casting over Lex was warm with farmboy promise.  "But it's a delightful hallucination and I couldn't be hearing anything nicer."

"What are you hearing?"  Clark, looking thoughtfully down at him, put his left hand on Lex's arm and rubbed lightly.

Lex almost jumped back from the touch.  I'm feeling things, too.  He looked into Clark eyes and saw heat and happiness and love.  Wow.

"What are you hearing, Lex?"

He swallowed.  "You."

Clark seemed to think for a minute before grasping Lex's meaning.  He brought his hand up to Lex's head and ran it down the smooth dome.  Lex's eyes fell shut at the sensation.

"Can a hallucination do that?"

"None that I've met," he whispered.  "Until you anyway."

There was something soft on his lips and he grinned.  This hallucination could kiss, too?  He felt warmth on his face as a hand caressed him and a moment later the softness pulled away.

“Yummy,” he said licking his lips.

It tastes like-

He frowned, keeping his eyes shut.  “Do that again,” he whispered fervently.  The hallucination pressed itself to his mouth again and this time he pushed back, parting just enough to invite.  There was an explosion of warmth in his mouth and his eyes shot open finding Clark's lids close to his and shut tight in an expression of painful need.

If there were two things in the world that a hallucination could not do, it was taste and kiss like Clark Kent, and this one did both.  No hallucination was that good.

He pushed Clark away, suddenly incredulous.  “You- you’re r-real,” he stuttered.  “You’re not a- a-”

“An hallucination?”  Clark grinned, all shining teeth and shining eyes and shining hair.  “Glad you caught on.”

Before Lex could say another word Clark placed one hand aournd his back and the other underneath his knees, effectively picking him up.  Turning around, he closed the door with his foot then started carrying Lex, who sighed, wrapped his arms around Clark's neck and began fiercely nibbling on Clark's closed lips.

I should demand to be put down, he thought, his brain feeling like it was visiting Pluto and sending messages vis snail mail.  I should feel that this is undignified and scalding my Luthor pride.  To be picked up like this?

He laughed and he felt a little giddy.  It was marvelous in Clark’s arms; that was all there was and it felt great.

They reached the couch and Clark put him down gently, looking into his eyes with such fondness and worry that it had an already weak and vulnerable Luthor near the breaking point.  Then he surprised Lex by unsteadily dropping to his knees on the floor and placing his furry head in Lex’s lap.

His hands started to rub Lex’s calves up and down, performing miracles of release with their tenderness.  “I missed you, Lex.”  He breathed in and out slowly.  “So bad.”

He’s here, Lex thought, numbly happy and finally beginning to accept that maybe fate had been kind to an ill-starred Luthor descendant.   With me.  Head on my lap.

It was this last part that really got Lex into action.  He reached out a shaking hand to the black hair that he’d been fantasizing about for roughly every other second since he’d last seen it.  He let his fingers just barely graze the top of Clark’s hair and, teasing himself even more, he tugged on a few of the long, silken strands.

Apparently, he was teasing Clark as well because the boy exhaled deeply.  “Touch me?”

Lex softened like sugar in a warm, inviting mouth.  At Clark’s request, his hand moved firmly into the thatch, rubbing the boy’s head.  Clark moaned heavily into Lex’s lap, the vibrations feeling incredible to his body.  The hands on Lex’s calves moved to massage the top of his thighs and he gasped sharply from the pain.

Clark’s head shot up at Lex’s cutting inhalation and Lex’s fingers, entangled with the strands, were pulled up as well, dead weight yanking in the opposite direction.  He winced and leaned forward, carefully extracting his fingers from Clark’s hair.  “Sorry.”

The boy didn’t seem to notice at all.

Am I remembering hair wrong? he thought.  Ugly memories of an angry Lionel with fists full of seven year old, flaming red hair filled his internal widescreen.  No, he remembered right.

I could’ve sworn that would have at least merited a slightly uncomfortable expression.

Clark sat up and looked Lex in the eyes.  It was a little weird to have Clark so close and inches below his own eyesight, but he loved the intimacy of the posture.

“What’s wrong?”

Clark’s voice was full of concern and Lex felt the world slowing.  I'm something significant to him.  I really more than matter.

Not that he didn't already know this, but it just seemed to hit him again.

He shook his head slightly in disbelief that he hadn't kept that feeling closer to his heart.  He could feel his eyes going hazy at the incredible view he was being afforded and moved closer to Clark.  “Nothing's wrong.”

“But your legs. I-“

“Oh, that.”  Lex shrugged, again moving closer.  His nose brushed against Clark’s.  “I just fell asleep at a bad angle,” he whispered, about to close his eyes.

Clark looked confused and, to Lex’s dismay, pulled back.  “When?”

“I don’t remember,” he said, then realized he actually did and giggled.  Since when did he giggle?  “Right, um...  About twenty minutes ago?”

Now Clark looked shocked.

His pretty green eye get so wide.

“Where?”

“Public stall,”  Lex whispered confidentially and leaned back, giving up on kissing Clark for now and closing his eyes.  He was strangely comfortable with just having Clark’s pressure against his shins, having the boy’s voice reverberating through his body.  He was sure it was the lethargy.  “That way no one bothers me.”

“You fell asleep in a bathroom?  On a toilet?”

He smiled.  “No.  Then you’d only have the pipes to lean up against and those’ll kill your back.  You think I'm poor off now?”  He shook his head, thinking of the pain he'd be experiencing had he slept on the plumbing.  "Ouch."

“Then where?”

“On the floor.”

“Oh, Lex.”  The soft tone opened his eyes and he glanced down in time to see and feel Clark spreading his knees wide and slipping in between them.  His heart sped up a little as strong arms wrapped around to draw him closer.

Here's my chance to take that mouth, he thought and pulled his head up quickly.  “Shit!”  The pain in his head, neck and back was like a thousand petite daggers strategically placed in the most excruciating places on his vulnerable spine.  It sent energetic white fireworks throughout his father’s office and he winced, grabbing the back of his neck and trying in a sad attempt to knead away the pain.

Clark let go of him and stood up.  “That’s it.”  The firm tone in the boy’s voice surprised him and he watched Clark stand back and yank off his shoes.

Lex frowned.  Those were not Clark-shoes at all.  Too formal, expensive and-  Ah, yes.  Now it made sense.  The sweater, the slacks…

He grinned.  “Michael took you shopping.”

“Yeah,” Clark said slipping down on the couch next to Lex.  “Although, I don’t like you paying for this stuff.”

Lex would have shrugged but knew the pain would have been unbareable.  “I'm not surprised.”

Clark folded his left leg up and onto the couch, leaving the right on the floor, and scooting up to Lex.  He started to pull the older boy closer but Lex pushed him back, keeping him at arm’s length.  He wanted to get a close up of Clark, looking at and feeling him through the sweater.  He ran his hands lightly over Clark’s chest, happy with the hardness beneath his palms.  “That green is-"  He swallowed as he felt Clark's speedy heart and realized it was even faster than his own.  "It's incredible on you, Clark.”

The boy grinned wickedly.  “I hate it.”  He ripped off the sweater, making Lex's sore, lonely heart rejoice and revealed a tight brown tee. He threw the sweater behind him.

Lex’s eyes drank the sight in greedily and both of his hands came up to feel out the muscles clearly defined by the taut cotton.  Clark’s chest was an absolute masterpiece, chiseled and inherently Kent.  He doubted if the boy knew even a tenth of the truth of how beautiful he was.

Lex let his hands roam up and down, up and down and felt Clark’s nipples hardening.  He smiled, dropped his hands to the boys abs and bent down, letting his mouth fasten over one of the hardening nubs.  He flicked the sensitive bud with his tongue through the thin fabric, and heard Clark’s gasp.

“Lex, no- Um, Lex?”

He didn’t care why Clark had said ‘no’.  To his mind it didn’t register.  Keeping his tongue lapping at the cotton-covered nipple, he dropped his hands into Clark’s lap and felt what he had been hoping for: hot rigidity.  His hands unbuttoned the boy’s slacks and were just reaching the zipper when Clark brushed them away.

It had been far too long for Lex to just take this coy dismissal without a fight.  He glanced up, knowing that the desire was clear in his eyes.

“I need you, Clark,” he pleaded softly.

Clark kissed him.  He crooned up and into that mouth and it opened.  He entered Clark’s mouth strong and acute, but the boy worked to slow him, repacing their kiss to a steady, sweet number that had Lex shaking.

Strong hands pushed him back and urged him to turn around.  He did and Clark sat at his back tugging on the suit jacket he was wearing.  Lex opened his arms, letting Clark take it off, then he twisted around, grabbing it from the boy and tossing it uncaring across the room.

Clark watched it fly into the wall of windows on the other side of the office then fall gracelessly into a puddle on the carpet.  “Aren’t you going to need that?”

He put his hands on Clark’s knees and lifted himself back onto the boy’s hard lap.  Clark cried out and Lex ground into him softly.  He leaned back and licked his lover's cheek.  “Not as much as I need this,” he whispered and ground into Clark again, harder this time.

Hands grasped him around his waist and pushed him off.  “Damn it, Lex!”  He heard sexual frustration and humor in that voice, tight and thick.  “If you do that, then I can’t concentrate.”

“Exactly.”  His hand moved back to rub Clark’s inner thigh.  “You can’t concentrate on anything but what I’m doing to you, and that’s the point.”

Clark grabbed his hand with gentle but firm pressure, pushing it back towards Lex then letting go.  “Stop it.”

Lex frowned.  “But I want to suck-“

A warm thrill ran up and down his upper back, neck and head, followed by pleasant tingles.  It took him a moment to realize that Clark was kneading his shoulder blades.  He mewled appreciatively and his head dropped forward to rest on his chest.

“See?” Clark asked, placing a small kiss on the back of Lex’s neck.  “This is why I need to concentrate.”

Concentrate away, thought the selfish physicality of his mind, but the lust could always smash that to pieces.  He thought of how long it had been since either Clark or he had been pleased.  “You’re so hard, Clark," he said weakly.  "I just want to help.”

Clark took a deep breath in an out.  “I’ve been like this for weeks now, Lex.  A little while longer isn’t going to kill me.”

“I know, but-“

“You can- you can help later,” Clark said, and Lex knew from the shy tone that Clark was blushing.

How adorable is that?

Lex sat there for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of the massage as Clark slowly traveled from his shoulder blades, to his neck, then back down again.  The lack of strained muscles in his upper back were making other sore parts of his body stick out.  “Clark?” he whispered, not wanting to break the sweet silence that had enveloped them.

"Hmm?"

"Could you do my lower back?" he pleaded delicately.

Without another word, he felt the hands start to move down, thumbs massaging the muscles about his spine the entire way.

"A little-" he swallowed, his body melting into Clark's hands.  "A little lower."

"Here?"

"Just a little bit lower."

"Here?" Clark asked again and kneaded what had to have been the most tense spot on Lex's body.

"Kent!" he cried out, voice and body trembling.

Clark stopped.  "What?" he asked, clearly alarmed.  "Shit, I'm so-"

Lex shook his head, cutting off Clark's words.  "It's okay,” he said in haste.  “Keep going."

"But-"

"Please, Clark.  I'm fine."

The hands were massaging again and… and he had thought his thighs were bad.  They were nothing compared to the nightmare that was his lower back.

"Lex, you're so tense.  It's feels like pebbles underneath."  Clark kneaded roughly, hard and firm and Lex wasn't able to take his mind off of the fact that this was his Clark, his lover, his own personal masseuse.  The boy's hands were powerful, nimble and so damn skilled.  Lex had had hundreds of professional massages in his time but none of them even came close to comparing to Clark's.  He knew just the right spots and never seemed to tire, instead only growing in strength when encouraged by a moan or a whimper.  Lex figured Clark's knowledge came from living on a farm his entire life, knowing where physical tension lurked and his hand strength and endurance was intimidating.

After about seven or eight minutes, Lex leaned back into Clark, letting his head fall into the nook between neck and shoulder, sliding in perfectly as if it were shaped, designed for that one particular area.

"Enough?" Clark asked quietly.  Lex, closing his eyes, merely nodded and smiled as he felt Clark's hands glide from his back to his stomach, the fingers of the right hand slipping in between two of the buttons of his white work shirt and caressing the skin.

"Mmmm…"  He nuzzled Clark's neck.  "So warm."

He felt Clark's fingers moving around and then cool air hit his stomach.  It took his brain a second to register that Clark was unbuttoning his shirt.  He started to move back into Clark's lap, hoping it was still as hard as before.

"No, Lex."

Clark's hands gripped him around the waist again and he growled.  He was getting tired of being told 'no'.  He wanted Clark inside of him and didn't care if his father's office wasn't the most appropriate place in the world.  "Clark-"

"Just relax, Lex."

"I don't want to relax.  I want you.  Now."

"Lex-"

"Don't 'Lex' me, Clark."  He lifted his lips to Clark's ear and licked the soft, pliant lobe.  "Fuck me."

He felt Clark taking a very fast, very deep breath.

"You want it, too, Sexy."

"I know, but I want you to relax even more.  Rest.  We've got plenty of time.  Maybe not today, but tomorrow, right?"

Lex sighed.  He had things planned for tomorrow and even early Sunday.  They didn’t have all the time in the world, and Lex was throbbing to feel Clark pushing inside him again, claiming his body.  He wanted to be fucked, to be owned, to be taken.

Then again, he had been determined to make sure that everything this week wouldn’t be about sex.  He wanted to show Clark how much he loved him.  And if the boy didn’t want to have sex right now, no matter his body’s obvious refusal to accept ‘no sex’ as an option…

He tried to relax, finding it easier than he would have guessed.

Well, Clark is here, after all.

"Right," he answered, leaning back onto Clark's chest.  He concentrated on the air conditioned draft continuously hitting newly uncovered skin, instead of the hands uncovering that skin.  He concentrated on the warmer air that was wafting over his neck and not the nose or mouth respiring in the first place.  He concentrated on the tingles running all over his body instead of the person responsible for them.  And still he couldn't help but wish that the two of them could get a little rough.  It had been forever and he was so stiff it was painful.  Not as painful as it could be…  He remember the tryst service stairwell.  Jesus, he'd never been that hard before, but he was getting there and he knew Clark was the same; in his recently acquired position he could feel Clark's cock pressing into his lower back, begging against his master’s wishes to be touched, to be fondled.

He shifted, using it as an excuse to accidentally rub against Clark.  The boy's hands stilled for the briefest of seconds, then continued on to the last four or five buttons.

Could just rip it off.

A pair of pajamas came to mind.

Mmmm…

Black satin pajamas.

Mmmm…

Black satin pajamas that Clark could rip off his body before taking him.

Mmmm…

Black satin pajamas that Clark could rip off his body before taking him if the damn things weren't still in Smallville.

"Shit."

Clark's hands stopped.  "What?" he asked, sounding dazed and confused, his voice thick with lust.

Lex loved the sound of Clark's arousal.  "I just remembered.  I didn't bring my satin pajamas."

"The black ones?"  Clark actually sounded disappointed.

He remembered.

Lex tried to turn around but it was too awkward so he just settled back.  "Yeah.  One of my maids sent them off to be cleaned."

He can live without knowing about the whole incident.  Not exactly my finest hour.

"Damn it…  Well,"  The hands undid the last button and splayed Lex's shirt, leaving his pale chest completely exposed.  "We don't need them.  We can always find-"  Fingers started to outline his navel.  "Something else to do."

His breathing became shallower and he opened his eyes, watching as Clark's hands slowly started to travel up his naked chest, teasingly winding back a forth across the muscles of his abdomen.

Has he changed his mind?

"You're so handsome," Clark whispered, his voice shy and breezy as he nuzzled against Lex's cheek.

Lex flushed from the words.  Clark had never complimented him, not like this.  It made him feel odd… vulnerable.  To find out how much he wanted to hear it, how much he needed to know that he was attractive to Clark…  He’d never felt like that before.

Lex felt the boy pant against him and he swallowed thickly, unable to tear his eyes away from the forefingers that were now moving in teasing circles around his hardening nipples.

“And sexy.”

That was too much for him.  Clark calling him ‘sexy’ reached new peaks of eroticism in his mind that had to do completely with the sincerity and devotion in his young lover’s voice.  He pressed deliberately back into Clark who groaned and thrust upwards.  He smiled in triumph until Clark pinched his nipples.

“Clark!” he gasped, unable to catch a full breath.  Clark licked under his earlobe and roughly massaged his chest, leaving his brain completely fried.  All he could focus on was Clark's presence, his touch, his smell, his voice-

His voice?

"-en do you have to-"

"I'm sorry?"  His tongue felt heavy.  "I didn't-  I couldn't hear you."

One of Clark's hands left his chest and rubbed his smooth head gently.  "I said, ‘the receptionist said you were in a meeting, so when do you have to get back’?"

He frowned.  "Meeting?"

"Yeah.  She said-"

The board!

"Oh, fuck."  He slouched against Clark afraid to check his watch.  "I was supposed to be back awhile ago."  Clark sighed, his chest rising and falling beneath Lex.  "But…"  He looked down at his pants, the tent of obvious arousal exonerating him from immediate leave.  "I can't go like this."

Clark was silent a moment.  "You’re going stay for a few more minutes?"

He smiled.  "I think I have to, Clark."

Both of Clark's hands were now back on his chest and slowly traveling downwards.  "Good,” the boy said softly.

Lex's breath hitched.  He knew where those hands were headed and, though there were a million reasons to stop them, he just couldn't handle having to keep Clark from touching him yet again, stopping him when release was so close at hand.  It was killing him to not have Clark's fingers, Clark's body, Clark's tongue…

His tongue…

His mouth…

His lips…

His lip.

"Clark?"

The hands, now directly above his waistband, stopped.  "Lex, please-” he said and the needy desperation in his voice kept Lex quiet.  Clark began to rub his nose against the back of Lex’s head.  “Just let me do this for you, Lex, please, I-"

He cleared his throat, feeling the bulge in his pants jump as Clark’s lust manifested itself heavily in intonation as well as contact.  "Clark, can you move around to the side?  Just a bit."

"Uh, Sure."  Sounding a little confused, Clark scooted to his right and Lex moved to his left, bracing himself against the cushions of the couch.  He could no longer feel Clark’s erection in his lower back, but instead in his side.  "Why'd we just-"

Lex caught Clark's bottom lip with his teeth and the boy let out a shuttering breath.  As Lex took the lip deep into his mouth and caressed it with his tongue, he felt Clark’s hands come alive, moving in haste to unbutton and unzip his pants.  He bit down, moaning pathetically, and moved his left hand to firmly run up, down and across Clark’s shirt covered chest.

Clark whispered his name over and over, even with his bottom lip currently residing in Lex’s mouth, and Lex moved around, coming to lie on top of Clark.

He let go of Clark’s lip, and used his right arm to brace himself against the arm of the couch, noting that Clark’s hands had stopped, mid-unzip.  His left hand moved down slowly, using his thumb to trace the muscles visible through Clark’s skintight cotton.

“You’re incredible,” he panted, finding the courage to look into his lover’s eyes.  He watched as Clark’s face began to redden but the sweet, green cores never left his.

Keeping eye contact, he let his deft fingers unbutton and unzip Clark’s slacks and watched as Clark’s breath stuttered, but he stayed focused on Lex.

His hand dived under the polyester, under a pair of loose boxers and stilled, fingers twirling the springy hair beneath.

“I’m gonna have to get you some boxer briefs,” he whispered.  “You’d look amazing in those.”

Before Clark could respond, Lex moved to cup and manipulate Clark’s balls.  A pained expression crossed Clark’s face and Lex grinned.  With his right hand he pulled himself up to Clark’s face, knowing how to deliver liberation to his lover.  At the same time that he took control of Clark’s mouth, his tongue plunging in and seeking it’s mate, a relentless grip got hold of his own cock, and he growled into Clark’s mouth.  Clark growled back and began moving his hand up and down.

Despite himself and his want for control of the situation, Lex whimpered, settling for the equilibrium that currently existed.  Something about Clark’s hands on his body, about Clark working to please him- wanting to please him- about the love in the farmboy’s eyes; it all made him lose his grasp on domination and his restraint, reducing his desire to give Clark the most amazing sexual experience to just wanting to make the boy come now because he’d be damned to hell a dozen times if they both didn’t need it so horribly fucking bad right now.

Lex lifted himself up to give their hands move room to move and Clark’s free hand came up to rub his side and, at the same time, support him.

“God, Lex,”  Clark moaned, and the tone, the timbre, the pure vibration was Beethoven to Lex’s ears.  This sound, this selection of Clark’s many intonations was what he had been waiting for, waiting to hear again for much too long.  The sound of Clark close to release, close to that moment of sexual bliss thanks to him.  He didn’t want to wait so that they could come at the same time, not now, not when he could watch Clark’s face while the boy was experiencing release.  He sped up, moving quickly and expertly with his left hand but wishing he had his right free.  That way he could speed up the process by caressing other parts of Clark, stroking, pinching.  Maybe slipping his finger into that sweet, tight heaven, watching Clark’s reaction as he tried it out, just an inch or two.

But that was a prize to be cherished at another time.

“Lex!”  Clark tensed and his hand stopped on Lex’s cock, tightening painfully, but Lex didn’t mind.  The boy’s face was so ethereal it made Lex’s heart raw with emotion.  Damp hair and concentrated features: brows down, eyes shut tight, jaw clenched and nose flaring with every shallow breath.

Lex slowed his left hand, adding pressure just as Clark began to spasm and empty.  Lex bent down to kiss Clark deeply and slowly, with methodical care.

As the boy finished he pushed Lex away with his free hand.  "Lex," Clark whispered.

"Yes?" he breathed.  He removed his hand from Clark's now softened appendage and placed it on the other side of the boy's head, flanking his right hand in support.  He began to gyrate into Clark's grip, nudging the boy's neck with his nose, like a wanton cat in need of attention.  Clark's hand flexed around him and his thumb began to stroke the head.  Lex groaned and siphoned into the hand harder, and Clark met his rhythm, then began to speed up.

“I love you, Lex.”

That put him over the edge.  “God, Clark.”  He shuddered and felt himself tensing.

Clark lifted up from the couch and kissed Lex soundly, pulling away just as he came.  He felt himself releasing with Clark’s hand still milking him and he shut his eyes tight, concentrating on the loving fingers stroking him, helping him.

Afterwards, he collapsed on top of Clark, breathing hard.

I love you, too.  So damn much it hurts.

He felt warm arms wrap around him.
 
 
 
 
 
 

To be continued...